(All of Our Friends Have Moved To) Australia

All of our friends
Have moved to Australia
Australia
Australia, your standard of living
Seems so much higher than it is here
You all can afford suits when you come back for weddings
Well what are we missing out on?

But we've got gardens
And non-poisionous things
Yeah you were first to craft beer
We've all got tall poppy syndrome

Our friends
They never looked back
They're like older siblings now
They don't call it Christmas anymore

Oh, Australia
With your golden voweled name
And your higher wages
And your disinterest in sailing and your mining towns
Just rabid sex and dust

Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
'til it falls in
Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
Scratch the earth
'til Perth falls in